Illusion
Hey old man, there at the rickety bar,Pour me a drink from your best cask,I've just come from the sea,Come and wet my soul.
Fill my cup with the red one,Just don't ask: "Where from? Where to?"I've just come from the dead,And seek the deep meaning of life.
The thoughts are heavy as lead,A strong pull drags me down,I hear the splintering of sturdy planks,And look into the deep grave.
